You can't get rid of that idea?
I am certain that he is innocent.' "'So much the better.

I hope so; but everything condemns him.

Did you notice the marks on the carpet ?--Come and look at them.' "'I have seen them; they are the marks of the neat boots, the same as those we saw on the border of the lake.' "'Can you deny that they belong to Robert Darzac ?' "'Of course, one may be mistaken.' "'Have you noticed that those footprints only go in one direction ?--that there are no return marks?
When the man came from the chamber, pursued by all of us, his footsteps left no traces behind them.' "'He had, perhaps, been in the chamber for hours.

The mud from his boots had dried, and he moved with such rapidity on the points of his toes--We saw him running, but we did not hear his steps.' "I suddenly put an end to this idle chatter--void of any logic, and made a sign to Larsan to listen.
"'There--below; some one is shutting a door.' "I rise; Larsan follows me; we descend to the ground-floor of the chateau.

I lead him to the little semi-circular room under the terrace beneath the window of the 'off-turning' gallery.